he has eyes like an indian goddess they seem to melt in my hands as i reach around his tall lithe body
he is beautiful
the way i feel when i lean back against him
his long arms encircling
his voice
caressing
as his long fingers
moving over my chest
eyebrows that arch over the rainbows
a glamorous cloud of movement
which has opened upon the ages
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Must be from 92. My first summer alone in Paris. My first real boyfriend, not that it lasted very long.
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